Jagged World

It’s no mean feat,

Breathing in and out,

On this fresh dawn,

In this jagged world.

The light breaks, fragile,

Scattering beams across

A landscape carved by dreams

And near-forgotten slumber.

Each inhale, a claim,

A slivered piece of morning.

The world awakens indifferent,

To the quiet victories

Of simply enduring.

Here, we find our place,

Not extraordinary,

But steadfast.

Breathing in, breathing out.

Each step forward,

A resilience,

In this jagged world,

On this fresh dawn.